The Masked Ball

Welcome one and all to the Masked Ball, hosted by yours truly, at the sumptuous AZNPalace.
Please set aside your inhibitions and your identities as you step into this world of mystery, intrigue, and eroticism.
Try to have fun and let your imagination run wild.

Now some basic groundrules:
#1 Respect one another.
#2 Describe your mask and/or costume.
#3 Pick an alias other than your handle to be referred to while you are at the ball.  Your alias might have something to do with your costume.  For example, if you are wearing nothing but a toga, a crown of laurels, and a golden mask, you might refer to yourself as Appollo, who was the Roman sun god.  If you decided to come in a horse costume, you might refer to yourself as Mustang, in need of taming!

The grounds of the AZNPalace feature well manicured lawns, lighted fountains that gush forth, and liveried and masked servants carrying trays full of hor d'oeurves and glasses of expensive champagne.  It is now early evening, the sky is a faint purplish color and a full moon gleams down upon the revelry.  Some have made their appearance by car.  The keys are taken by waiting parking attendants and the expensive cars are whisked away in mere moments.  Others have even arrived by carriage or horse.  Surprisingly enough there are also accommodations to house this unusual method of transportation.  Still others have come on foot.

Soft music plays in the background, provided by a live band, dressed in tuxedos and black featureless masks.  There is an open bar set up for easy access and enjoyment.  The atmosphere is ripe for exploration and adventure.  The host to the gathering, the lord of the immense manor that towers behind him, wears a golden bearded mask, his body is swathed in an expensive black italian silk suit accented with forest green trim.  On each of his arms cling a pair of lithesome young females wearing green masks and attired in revealing costumes reminiscient of wood nymphs.  One nymph peels grapes and hand feeds them to her lord.  The other nymph pours wine into his chalice. 

This opulent scene replays that of ancient myth.  “I figured it out,” exlaims a guest, “You are Dionysus, the patron god of drink and the wilds.”  The masked god nods and replies warmly.  “That is absolutely right. Welcome to my masked ball.  Please eat, drink, and be merry!”  He then continues walking, greeting many of the guests personally.